"I suppose I'm foolish," she confessed to Aunt Kate the next
morning when she told her about it. "But I loved Beulah so much
when I was little that I can't forget her now. If I go to
Lakeview Hall I'm going to take her with me. I don't care what
the other girls say!"
"You are faithful in your likes, child," said Aunt Kate nodding.
"'Tis a good trait. But I'd like to lay that Marg'ret Llewellen
across my knee, for her capers."
"And I didn't think she cared for dolls," murmured Nan.
But it was young Bob who betrayed the mysterious reason for his
sister's act.
"Huh!" he said, with a boy's disgust for such things. "Mag's
crazy about pretty faces, if they're smooth, an' pink. She
peeked into that Sherwood gal's room and seed her playin' doll;
then she had ter have it for herself 'cause it was so pretty and
had a smooth face, not like the kids' dolls that Aunt Matildy
buyed."
Poor little Margaret was greatly chagrined at the discovery of
her secret. She ran away into the woods whenever she saw Nan
coming, for a long time thereafter. It took weeks for the girl
from Tillbury to regain the half-wild girl's confidence again.
Nan was just as busy and happy as she could be, considering the
uncertain news from Scotland and Uncle Henry's unfortunate affair
with Gedney Raffer.
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